“I’ll need help with the paperwork, you know? There’s so much of it.”
“Dillon’s better than anyone.” He nodded. “It’s gonna be okay, y’all.”
“Promise, Poppy?” That was Missy, eyes all wet.
He rested one hand on her huge belly. “Swear to God.”
Aje took his other hand. “Gonna pray for us, Gramps?”
“You know it.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Dillon woke up to two very desperate basset hounds, a freaked out border collie, and a snoring Taggart snuggled up next to him. He thought it might be Chrissy.
He poked with his fingers, right in the ribs, just to be sure. Adam wasn’t ticklish. Chrissy was.
Chrissy squealed and turned over, landing on him. “Dill!”
“Hey.” Dillon blinked. “Aren’t you the straight one?”
“Uh-huh. No matter what Adam says about that time with Coke. You surprised me.” Chrissy grinned, winked, and slid off.
He blinked some more, rose up on one elbow. “Time with Coke?”
“Uh-huh. We was all drunk. I mostly held the video camera.” Chrissy grabbed a pair of jeans, slipped them on.
Dillon tucked two fingers in the waistband, his other hand poised to tickle again. “There’s a video?”
“You’d have to ask Evie, Dill. I ain’t got it.”
Evie. Adam, then. The other two of the triplets called Adam Evie as a play on Adam and Eve. Bryan was Bubba and Christopher was Sie, for Chrissy. Some days it amazed Dillon how many nicknames Texans had for each other.
“Where’s my phone?”
“Uh…” Chrissy’s nose wrinkled. “I think one of your dogs’ butts was ringing earlier.”
Dillon raised his eyebrows and started hunting under Jerome’s droopy ass.Oh, whew. Just laying on it. Not eating it. He called Adam.
“Tell that lazy butt brother of mine to get his ass to the barn, Dill, and come help feed.”
“I will in a minute. I have a question first.”
Adam chuckled. “No, I won’t suck you.”
“Tag! Jesus.” Dillon choked, then cackled. “I want to know where the video is.”
“Sure, honey. You let me know which video and I’m on it.”
Chrissy snorted. “He ain’t gonna tell. I’m gonna grab some Cokes and head out.”
Dillon nodded. “Take that one.” He pointed at the border collie. “The one with you and Coke and Bry where Chrissy held the camera.”
“Is that what Chrissy told you? Lying little fuck. He did way more than hold the camera.”
“Tag, you’re missing the point.” Dillon scratched Pansy’s ears. “Where is the evidence?”
“In my bedroom at the house under the bed where Granny won’t find it. She cain’t bend so good no more.”
